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Apr. 1st, 2014 12:53 pmThis week so far has been a nearly unmitigated disaster, work-wise. Fortunately I can still go home and be Purred At.
The problem has come from the fact that we don't have enough lecture rooms. We're trying to fit a CE course, a predoctoral course and a guest lecturer for another predoctoral course into two lecture rooms over the course of two days. We just found out about this yesterday. So there's that. Then there's the microbiology course whose director had fallen off the planet or something. Panic ensued about that too, but the course director finally reappeared in my email this morning and the panic is subsiding slightly.
Yesterday afternoon I was up to my eyebrows in alligators. By the time I left work yesterday, I had beaten them down and was only up to my ass in them. Now I think they might be somewhere around my knees. If I can get them down to my ankles by lunchtime, that will be a major accomplishment.
I now have size 10 pants, and foundation garments that work. (The size hasn't changed, but the shape has.) What I need at this point is a tailor, because I have some clothes I'm not willing to give up on yet but can't wear in their current incarnations. I don't plan to need a suit any time soon, but it might be nice if I had one that fit me without going and buying an entirely new one.
(Several hours later)
After a period of having tidal alligators, which means that every time I lowered the level it rose again, I finally got to the bottom of the pool and pulled the plug. Thank goodness the Oral Health lecture is only three hours long. We can just stay where we're starting the day on Friday until the Oral Health lecture is over.
I knew it was going to be a "go out for coffee" day, but I indulged shamelessly in a mocha with whipped cream on it. I shouldn't have, but at least I know I did it because of the stressful situation I've been in for two days. And I hadn't had a mocha for eight months. And yesterday I said I was going to walk home the long way today anyhow. (Now all I have to do is get to a point where I don't go and consume things that are bad for me when stressed in the first place. But that may be years from now.)
The problem has come from the fact that we don't have enough lecture rooms. We're trying to fit a CE course, a predoctoral course and a guest lecturer for another predoctoral course into two lecture rooms over the course of two days. We just found out about this yesterday. So there's that. Then there's the microbiology course whose director had fallen off the planet or something. Panic ensued about that too, but the course director finally reappeared in my email this morning and the panic is subsiding slightly.
Yesterday afternoon I was up to my eyebrows in alligators. By the time I left work yesterday, I had beaten them down and was only up to my ass in them. Now I think they might be somewhere around my knees. If I can get them down to my ankles by lunchtime, that will be a major accomplishment.
I now have size 10 pants, and foundation garments that work. (The size hasn't changed, but the shape has.) What I need at this point is a tailor, because I have some clothes I'm not willing to give up on yet but can't wear in their current incarnations. I don't plan to need a suit any time soon, but it might be nice if I had one that fit me without going and buying an entirely new one.
(Several hours later)
After a period of having tidal alligators, which means that every time I lowered the level it rose again, I finally got to the bottom of the pool and pulled the plug. Thank goodness the Oral Health lecture is only three hours long. We can just stay where we're starting the day on Friday until the Oral Health lecture is over.
I knew it was going to be a "go out for coffee" day, but I indulged shamelessly in a mocha with whipped cream on it. I shouldn't have, but at least I know I did it because of the stressful situation I've been in for two days. And I hadn't had a mocha for eight months. And yesterday I said I was going to walk home the long way today anyhow. (Now all I have to do is get to a point where I don't go and consume things that are bad for me when stressed in the first place. But that may be years from now.)
